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"Yohji" Aya snarled in warning.
"What?" Yohji asked, feigning innocent confusion.
"Let go of me." Aya glared at the older boy, daring him not to obey.
"Nuh-uh." Yohji shook his head, grinning, and proceeded to wrap an arm around Aya's shoulders, breathing warmly on Aya's pale neck. Aya tensed and closed his eyes before gracing Yohji with an elbow in the gut. "Oof!" Yohji grunted, letting go of Aya by reflex as he bent double. He watched as Aya calmly left the room. He still found it hard to believe that Aya was really here and really okay. Yohji would find himself drifting back to the panic he'd felt when Aya had been unconscious every time the redhead went to sleep, afraid that he wouldn't wake up again.
Yohji could still remember clearly the shock and the joy he'd felt that day nearly six months past when Aya had awoken. The blond had fallen asleep, still clasping the redhead's hand and had tightened his grip on that hand reflexively when said hand had tried to jerk out of his grasp. With fatigue still clouding his eyes, he'd looked up to meet two violet orbs staring at him intently.
"Let go of my hand," Aya had ordered calmly.
Yohji had simply shaken his head, unable to speak as Aya stared at him in bewilderment. "You're awake," he had said finally, stupidly.
"Yes, now let go of my hand," Aya had replied slowly and rather patiently, as though talking to a child.
Instead of doing what he was told, Yohji had lifted himself out of his chair and leaned over Aya so that their lips had been almost touching. Aya had widened his eyes in surprise and tried to back away while Yohji just watched him intensely before whispering, so softly that Aya couldn't be certain he'd heard right, "I love you." It was then that the others had burst excitedly into the room with the doctor close behind.
Yohji snapped out of his reverie to find Omi standing in the entry. "Umm, Yohji-kun? We need to talk," Omi said softly as he walked towards Yohji who was sprawled comfortably on the sofa.
"What's on your mind kid?" Yohji asked nonchalantly.
"Yohji! I am not a kid!" Omi flared, glaring at the older blond, who chuckled in amusement.
"Sure you're not," an amused Yohji replied between chuckles as Omi fumed, forgetting momentarily what he'd come in to do. "So, you gonna tell me what you want chibi?" Yohji asked after a while, grinning at the younger boy and peeking up at him over the rim of his glasses.
Omi bristled at the nickname but shrugged it off and sat down next to Yohji on the sofa, turning to face the playboy, looking at him seriously. "What's going on with you Yohji? You act like everything's fine, but I know you're not. Aya, he's fine Yohji, so why are you still worrying over him?" he asked, staring intently at the older blond.
"What do you mean? There's nothing wrong! and I am not worrying about Aya!" Yohji cried indignantly.
"Yohji," Omi sighed. "I'm not dumb, and I wasn't born yesterday you know! You've been spacing out since Aya's release from the hospital. What is going on?" the younger boy hissed in a low tone.
"Omi," Yohji said, turning serious and leaning towards the younger boy. "There is nothing going on that wasn't already there before."
"Yes there is! and I'm not the only one who's noticed it!"
"What, has Aya said something?" Yohji asked, startled.
"Noo," Omi responded slowly, eyeing Yohji with curiosity.
Yohji sat back in relief. "Let me ask you something, Omittchi." The blond playboy leaned towards Omi intimidatingly. "What the hell did the doctor tell you? Hmm Omi? What happened to Aya?" he growled. Aya refused to tell them what had happened to him that night and Yohji was becoming impatient with Omi's insisting that he didn't know any more than they did, he was determined to get answers.
"He didn't tell me a-anything that h-he didn't tell you guys!" Omi stuttered weakly, face paling.
"No?" Yohji asked, voice filled with skepticism as he raised a challenging eyebrow at the boy.
Omi shook his head mutely, not trusting his voice.
"He only let you into the room then?" Yohji asked, sarcasm riding his voice.
Omi just stared, not knowing what to say and not liking the turn the conversation had taken.
"Omi? You home?" Ken called from down the hallway.
Omi let out a sigh of relief as Yohji got up and disappeared up the stairs at Ken's interruption. "Hai," he called, voice a little unsteady.
A grinning Ken soon appeared in front of Omi. "It's raining out," he said simply, his grin widening.
"Oh," Omi said quietly, not having noticed and briefly wondered what Ken was grinning about. Surely it couldn't be the rain?
Both boys jumped as the door to Yohji's room slammed shut. "What's wrong with Yotan?" Ken asked, frowning slightly.
"I tried to talk to him about what's going on," Omi offered weakly, his face pale as Ken looked at him, obviously confused. Ken shrugged it off and grabbed Omi's hand, pulling him up and dragging him towards the door. "Ken, wha-"
"We're going outside," Ken cried excitedly, cutting Omi off.
"But it's raining out!" (as opposed to raining 'in'?)
"Exactly!" Ken flung the door wide open and pushed a sputtering Omi out in front of him. The older boy charged happily out into the rain, barreling into an already soaking Omi. Laughing, Ken grabbed both of Omi's hands and began to run around and spin about until they both fell to the ground, laughing and dizzy. Ken turned his head to look at Omi who was looking back at him with a matching smile on his face, his mood having lightened considerably. Ken at length raised himself from the sopping wet ground and held out a hand to help Omi up, both boys running back to the Koneko under the pouring rain.